Page 18 of Catching Sparkles

Opening my mouth to finally slip his dick inside, the heavy weight of it on my tongue had my own cock throbbing between my legs. I wondered if he would notice or mind if I jerked myself off while I sucked him. I was pretty sure once I started swallowing to flex my throat around him, he wasn’t going to mind anything else I was doing.

I closed my lips around his cock, letting my tongue piercing grind against the underside. I gently sucked on him once, then twice, before all of his muscles tensed up against me and he let out a broken moan, louder than any before.

“Oh my god. Oh, fuck. Fuck.”

He threw his head back again, his eyes squeezed closed as his hips bucked up to push his cock deeper into my mouth, the taste of his cum exploding over my tongue. His other hand flew up from the couch to hold the back of my skull too, like he was begging me not to pull my mouth away and ruin the orgasm he’d needed so badly.

I sucked him through it, moaning to send vibrations down his shaft as he flooded my throat with jet after jet of hot cum. I swallowed it gratefully, the muscles at the base of his cock pulsing hard against my fingers.

When I could tell he was done, I finally let him slip from my mouth and he melted onto my couch, gasping for breath. I didn’t move from my spot between his legs, admiring my handiwork as I dragged the back of my hand across my spit-soaked lips.

“Holy shit.” We finally locked eyes again, and I definitely recognized the emotion in their pale depths now. Humiliation and panic. “I’m so sorry. Fuck. I’m so sorry. That was so fucking fast. A-and I didn’t even warn you. And-”

“Rhys.” I cut him off, trying not to squeal or swoon or otherwise reveal how my heart was jackhammering in my chest from how incredibly gorgeous he looked in that moment. Flushed and sated and so vulnerable, I felt like I’d hit a karmic lottery just for the privilege of seeing him like that. “Don’t worry. It was hot. I’m not complaining about anything.”

Relief flickered over his face, but it didn’t erase the embarrassment. I was pretty sure hovering over his softening dick wasn’t going to help on that end, so I forced myself to rise up, despite the fact that getting out from between his legs was the last thing I wanted to do.

“I don’t normally… Uh.” He stopped, before dragging his hands over his gorgeously abashed face. “I didn’t know I was going to come that fast.”

“It’s okay,” I repeated, injecting the same gentle soothing tone into the words I’d used to convince him to ask for it. He obviously needed it. Had he expected me to yell at him for coming too fast or something? “Really,” I promised. “I know you said how long it’s been for you. It’s totally normal.”

He gave one quick nod, though his face was still contorted into an obvious grimace.

“Let me go grab something so you can clean up,” I offered, figuring he might need a minute alone to compose himself. I had his car keys in my pocket, anyway. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Hey, Sparkles?” He asked, once I’d reached the edge of the living room, nearly out of his sight.

“Yeah?”

“I, uh… I sat in your parking lot for almost half an hour before I worked up the courage to come up here. The alcohol kinda hit me during that time, so… I didn’t really feel that drunk when I was driving over here. Don’t be mad at me, okay?”

“I’m not mad at you,” I promised, practically melting into a gooey puddle as I bit down into the tip of my tongue to suppress the little sound I wanted to make. “I’m glad you came to me.”

“Me too,” he said, starting to sound a bit out of it again. “I knew you would take care of me.”

By the time I came back with the damp washcloth, he’d already tucked his dick back into his pants and fallen into a heavy sleep.

Leaning in close, I slipped off his glasses and carefully set them onto the coffee table before brushing my fingers over his dark brows, down his cheekbones and over his full, sculpted lips. His warm, rhythmic breaths fluttered out against my fingers for a few moments, until I pulled off each of his shoes and set them aside.

Tugging and pushing his body into a horizontal position so he could stretch out across the cushions proved to be a little tougher, until luckily his sleeping form seemed to subconsciously understand what I was trying to do and shifted into a more feasible way to rest.

Watching him while I stroked my cock felt a little too creepy, even for me, so I shut myself back in my bathroom. The taste of his cum lingered on my tongue while I bucked up into my lube-slicked fist, making my head spin and intensifying my orgasm so much that my knees went weak when it hit me.

After coming out and covering him with a spare blanket, I picked up my laptop and brought it over to my armchair to try and finish my work.

RHYS

I WOKE UP and experienced about three blissful seconds where I didn’t remember where I was or what I’d done the night before. For the span of a couple heartbeats, I was just a guy waking up on a surprisingly comfortable couch, in a cool, dim room that smelled kind of sweet and fruity, under a cozy blanket with Hello Kitty printed all over it.

And then it all came rushing back to me. I’d suffered through a date I’d pretty much immediately realized I didn’t want to be on, only to be called out for my lack of erection by a girl I didn’t even like. And then I’d barged into Kendall Austin’s apartment uninvited to… ask for a blowjob. That would have been bad enough. But not only had I ambushed him to whine about how horny I was, I’d repaid his generous offer of assistance by blowing my load in his mouth with no warning, and so fast that it had to be some kind of miserable, humiliating record. I had the most uncooperative dick in the world.

Extreme embarrassment prickled over my skin, and I felt my adrenaline ramp up to send my heart racing. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why had I done something so unbelievably stupid? How the hell was I going to look him in the face ever again?

On top of the nauseating level of humiliation, my brain was a complete jumble of confusion and uncertainty. I’d let a guy blow me. No. That wasn’t even close to an accurate statement. I’d begged him to blow me, and he wasn’t just some guy. This wasn’t some anonymous hookup in a seedy bar where I’d never see the person again. This was Kendall Austin. The guy my parents called their third son.

When they’d been eleven, he and Benjamin had done that stupid blood brothers ritual, slicing their palms open with a shard of glass and smearing it together. My parents had a heart attack over it and dragged them to the emergency room, yelling about tetanus and staph infections and god knows what else. By that point in time, everyone in my family knew better than to ever go to Kendall’s parents about anything involving him, because all they’d ever do was punish him and make his life even worse. I wasn’t sure if they ever even found out about that.

I was afraid to move or get up, terrified that any tiny creak would alert Kendall that I was awake and that he’d come check on me. I couldn’t handle seeing him yet. I couldn’t even figure out what was going on in my own fucking brain, let alone if he expected me to give him some explanation for my behavior. I waited a bit, straining my ear so I could hear him shuffling around in some other part of the apartment, but besides my own breathing, it was silent.